FRIDAY FICTION: But It’s…It’s Saturday…

The Fictionmonger is playing chess with…himself. After a time, the Editor finds him, alone. He then rushes in and takes a seat in front of him.

MONGER: What are you—?

THE EDITOR: Don’t ask questions, just pay close attention.

The Monger looks left, then right, then leans in.

MONGER: Where have you been?

THE EDITOR: Making a TV series. Not the point right now.

MONGER: Have vampires taken over the site again?

THE EDITOR: No, but I promised that the new Friday Fiction would come out yesterday. However…

MONGER: You didn’t finish editing the story till a few minutes ago.

THE EDITOR: Writing it.

MONGER: Ah.

THE EDITOR: Look, I’ve been working with Michael Wolff.

MONGER: The guy who writes articles about things that seem like they won’t matter until you read the piece and realize they have a lot of relevance to things happening in the modern world?

THE EDITOR: Yeah, that guy.

MONGER: Go on.

THE EDITOR: Well, he and Demmy have been working on creating a means of actually being at the releases of old films and video games the day they actually came out.

MONGER: So time travel?

THE EDITOR: They call it retrowarping.

MONGER: Go on…

Yesterday…

MONGER: Okay, so you’re sure it’s Friday now?

THE EDITOR: I mean, West Coast time, but I’ve done that before.

MONGER: Are you kidding me?

THE EDITOR: Just find Sam already.

MONGER: What happens if I meet myself?

THE EDITOR: You won’t meet yourself. You’re still playing chess.

MONGER: Got it. Oh, and one more thing.

THE EDITOR: Yeah?

Tuning in…

Thanks.

Oh, shoot. I’m live.

Clears throat.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, may I have your attention, please? You’ve been patient. You’ve been diligent. You’ve been loyal. Now, for demonstrating such tremendous qualities, such incredible attributes, such unbelievable resolve, you shall be rewarded! Friends, bloggers, Earthlings, lend me your ears! The time has come, yet again, for you to get your proper dose of excitement, adventure, and intrigue! People of the Net, without further delay, I present to you this week’s FRRRRRRRRRRIDAY FICTIOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNN!

Sam…

…Sam, play it.

*Cue music.*

Folks, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Well, don’t worry, we’ve got two stories today that are sure to satisfy you…or depress you completely, but that’s never really stopped us before.

First, we have a micro-tale from a new author, one for you to chew on for a little while. Concise, but with depth, this one’s up for your interpretation. Boys and girls, I won’t keep you any longer. From the mind of the lovely Kay Erin, please enjoy…

…”Alexa”! CLICK HERE to read.

All right, and now, from our veteran, the man who started Friday Fiction before I even came along, we have something a little…less ambiguous.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have been advised not to give too much away here in my preceding words, so we’re just going to jump right. Folks, from the normally optimistic Dylan Alexander, I give you…

…”Grip”. CLICK HERE to read.

Well folks, that’s everything for today! It’s wonderful to see those ratings bumping up again and wonderful still to provide you with stories from artists who care. Thank you all and remember, keep calm and monger on.

…tuning out.

MONGER: Thanks, Sam, you can go now.

Sam leaves. The Fictionmonger begins making his way back to the retrowarper when he sees his past self stepping into the office, getting ready to close up shop. He smiles and remembers, and the paradox begins. He approaches himself.

MONGER: Hey.

Past Monger turns around and gasps.

MONGER: Relax.

PAST MONGER: You’re me!

MONGER: From the future, yes.

PAST MONGER: But how?

MONGER: Demmy and Wolff figured out how to send me back. I just hosted Friday Fiction. However, in order for things to work out how they just did, I need you to do me a favor…

Tomorrow…or today, I guess…

PAST MONGER: I hate this game.

MONGER: But you’ve always wanted to do this with your future self.

PAST MONGER: That’s sort of true, but…

MONGER: Stop complaining. Look, you just need to be here when he walks by. The Editor never looks for you in the right places.

PAST MONGER: So you brought me to the wrong place…

MONGER: Precisely.

PAST MONGER: Ah.

MONGER: Ey, cheer up. And listen, you’re going to do great things yesterday, all right. Just remember to do the same thing I’m doing right here, right now, and act surprised when he finds you. Trust me, you’ll feel good about it.

PAST MONGER: I guess.

MONGER: Good. I’m going to leave in a bit, but…one more thing.

PAST MONGER: Yeah?

The Monger smiles.

MONGER: Thanks.

The Fictionmonger is playing chess with…himself. After a time, the Editor finds him, alone. He then rushes in and takes a seat in front of him.

MONGER: What are you—?

THE EDITOR: Don’t ask questions, just pay close attention.

The Monger looks left, then right, then leans in.

MONGER: Where have you been?

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